In the eighth year of Jingtai in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Jizheng was drinking and chatting with his benefactor:
"At that time, I finally crawled out of the coffin! There were many people around me, all of them mighty and powerful, wearing armor and carrying swords!"
"You said I'm only five years old. I wouldn't be so scary if I broke the rules of heaven, right?"
The uncle suddenly froze, his eyes were red and his hands were shaking, and he asked excitedly: "Do you want to be the emperor?"
Zhu Ji: "Come on, uncle, let's have some edamame! You can't get so drunk after just one bite of vegetables!"
Uncle: "As long as you want, we can make you the emperor!"
Zhu Ji smiled: "If you want to be the emperor, you must first kill the Ming God of War."
"The Ming God of War?"
"Mingbao Sect."
"... It's not good to kill your uncle, isn't it?"
